
I don't get out and walk as much as I should. Why not, I wonder, when the river is right across that abandoned railroad bridge. It's only about five blocks to get here! Plus the outdoors makes for better ten:ten entries. I only have so many desk toys.
At this moment in the morning, I am thinking of the musical (or is it an opera?) "Evita". In particular, a song called "Good Night and Thank You." It depicts young Eva Duarte basically sleeping her way out of obscurity, until she becomes a radio star, an actress, and finally First Lady of Argentina. Until now, I never questioned the depiction of her in the musical as calculating, ruthless, and power-hungry. What if she wasn't, though? What if she was simply seeking her natural social strata? Or, heaven forbid, what if she was looking for love? Her way would seem dispicable by American standards; we like to think we left the caste system behind when we sailed away in the Mayflower. So if a poor girl wants to be a glamourous actress, there's nothing but a face-wash and a pair of Gucci pumps stopping her. But it's not that way everywhere. Hells, it's not really that way here! So why come down on Eva so hard?
Sounds: crunching rock (my feet, and the steps of other bureaucrats on break); the occasional motorboat engine; the ubiquitous freeway.
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